🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

  man (wish death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get something to eat 
  hungry as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn  taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here  come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks and 50 
 Ahh, ohh,  the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son, pull up! pull 
 
 Intro
 Many men,  death upon me
 Blood in my eye dawg  I can't see
 I'm trying to be what I'm  to be
 And niggaz trying to take  life away
 I put a hole in nigga for fucking  me
 My back on the wall, now you gon' 
  watch how you talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come and take  life away
 
 Many men, many,  many, many men
 Wish death 'pon 
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have  on me
 
  these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
 Go on  get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm the  in the dirt, that ain't been found
 I'm the underground king and I ain't been 
  I rhyme, something special happen every time
  the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
  walk the block with the bundles
 I've  knocked on the humble
 Swing the ox when I 
 Show  ass what my gun do
 Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your 
 Turn your  on me, get clapped and lose your legs
 I walk around  on waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy,  beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many  many, many, many, many men
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look to  sky no more
  mercy on me
 Have mercy on my 
  my heart turned cold
 Have  on many men
 Many, many,  many men
 Wish death upon 
 
 Some days wouldn't be  if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so good, if  wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is 
 It'll leave  physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
  if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
  the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
 I don't see only  can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
 Quick these  will give my black ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in  you can call me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means,  my gun in my palm
 Slim switched  on me, let niggaz ride on me
 I thought  was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing 
 I know he protecting me, but I still  with my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs  me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put  hex on me
  feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from  pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
  ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
 Are you  nigga? You can't read between the lines
 In the bible it  what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks  he got shot down
  it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he  fucking breathing
 
 Chorus